It's a temperamental ability I shared with my father, to possess the "chameleon consciousness" of Keats. It's very easy for me to empathize with other things, imagine I can see through their eyes. It was always a lovely escape when I was small. That radical disjunction between being a human and being a bird was amplified in response to grief.
Quite often when I was writing the book I'd be swearing at myself as I was then: 'What were you doing? What were you thinking?'
An unnamed Defector staffer said H Is For Hawk 'slaps'; David Roth claims he's 'been meaning to' read it for years. Together we will determine the degree to which it slaps, and whether Roth should have done so sooner.
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